“Mother?” Leo breathed in the air of one who didn't know he was being watched.   Because Paige couldn't understand Italian, the family has made it a point to speak English whenever she was within the vicinity, but there were still a few times when they resolved to Italian like now as mother and son greeted themselves in Italian.   Flavia turned to them and looked from Leo to her. Leo was still holding her against his body which caused a rivulet of fire to spread throughout her body and she enjoyed it so much she was a step away from turning putty in his arms. Paige tried to think of a time when Leo had held her like this, but came up with nothing. He had never held her like this and she knew he was doing it today because of the charade because he wanted his mother to see them as the couple they were pretending to be, however, it was making her feel something in her belly. She risked a glance at him, but his gaze was fixed on his moth

Leo looked at his uncle with his short-cropped hair and a face full of stubble and his father with his round rim glasses and protruding stomach and felt a cold sweat break out in his back.   For the last ten minutes, he had been trying to pitch a business idea to his father, but his uncle kept sabotaging him.    Was this what Alberto meant by my father and Rosa were working together.    At first, he had not believed it but seeing how Uncle Stefano kept finding loopholes in his plan. He had no choice but to lay rest to its possibilities.   He needed to do something, Leo thought at this rate, he will never be able to convince his father about introducing a wine brand with a mash-up of their local grapes and foreign ones with his uncle by his side and sabotaging him.  

To an extent, her reasoning made sense and Paige almost considered it. What was she doing hankering after a man who would never have noticed her had he not needed her as a fake fiancée.    'He was not capable of loving?' Well, she wasn't sure about that one. She had heard of his past relationships but has never seen Leo in any relationship before.   At that moment Paige was wavering with uncertainty and would have believed Rosa had she not seen that secret smile people gave to themselves when they were proud of something they have done. And she remembered how Leo had complained bitterly about Rosa and told her if possible never to make herself appear alone with Rosa.    At the time she had thought he was exaggerating, but now she knew he was right. Rosa was a pain in the ass.   In just a few minutes she had practically turned her heart inside out with her ugly words.

In three long strides, Leo covered their distance and grabbed her hand.   “Stay away from Alberto if you know what's good for you, he is something of a playboy, and trust me you don't want to get yourself tangled with him.”   “And you are not?”   The words spoken so softly caused Leo to stop in his tracks and turn a look at Paige. Paige cowered back in fear. Remembering that though she was here as his fake fiancée the man in front of her was still her boss and she shouldn't have spoken to him like that, so she hurried and said, “I'm sorry if I was too direct I didn't think you would mind.”   “No need to apologize,” Leo murmured and put his hand under her chin raising her face. “It is as I already told you, whatever you do here as my fake fiancée will not affect your work.” Such promises Leo wondered if

Warm and sweet, his lips were as they brushed hers, probing, sucking.   That single kiss had unholy pulling power because within seconds it had Paige moaning out as she could not believe Leo was kissing her. And his answering response to that was to hold her tighter and gently pry her lips open.    Because Paige hadn't kissed any man in a long time, she barely contributed to the kiss, which was not a problem because Leo was more than capable of dominating the kiss. He twinned their tongue together, encouraging hers to come and play.    And for the first time, Paige made a move. Rising on her tiptoe she pulled her arms behind his neck, bringing her body flush with his until not a broomstick could pass through them.   Bringing the aching tips of her breast brushing on his chest through the layers of cloth.   The kiss turned hungry at that instant, and